retiredmartin

July 2023. Hillsborough. Sheffield.

Not sure what you’ve done to deserve a blog post on my lunch in Spoons; surely an Instagram post like Mrs RM does would be sufficient.

Perhaps.

But as I staggered out of Beer House I knew that I needed to eat (Axholme Rob doesn’t eat when he’s pubbing, it’s his fault) and the Spoons was ten strides across the road and it wasn’t may fault they had Plum Porter on, was it ?

How do you resist Plum Porter in a Spoons ? You just know it’s going to be selling enough for at least a 3. Actually, this was a bit chilled so a 3 is probably all it deserved.

But again the Rawson Spring was buzzing with middle-aged joy. At the bar, a couple kiss. KISSING ? In a pub ! Old Boys talk weather, Ladies that Prosecco order the bottle, the cask is flowing.

But Carling still rules.

Spoons have lost the plot with their food of late, in a desperate attempt to get meals cheap rather than edible, but the Katsu Chicken and Coconut Rice is pretty good, even if the overworked lady attempts to take a half-finished plate away while I’m at the Gents. Leave your meal unfinished at your peril.

That’s a bad idea, but not as bad/good as the apple crumble with ice cream.

I haven’t enjoyed a pub meal as much in months.

“Do you want lunch ?” says Mrs RM, as I stagger in at 2pm.